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Cold water dropped onto my neck from a broken pipe on the ceiling.

The bunker hallway was narrow, digging much further into the ground than I could have anticipated.

Along the way, it was illuminated by dim fluorescent bulbs that flickered as we passed,

just barely enough to light up the bath before us.

Neither of the two soldiers spoke a word as they let us underground.

Instead, making sure we didn't make any quick, unexpected movements.

Though it felt better being surrounded by armed men, the anonymity caused by their gas masks

didn't exactly instill any sense of confidence.

Still, anything beat dealing with the horrors lurking in the darkness above ground.

Where are you wearing masks?

Roger asked, a question that was promptly ignored.

Where are you taking us?

Cassandra chimed in, garnering no response.

It took about two minutes of navigating the narrow corridors before we finally arrived at an

opening. We entered a larger room at the bottom of the bunker, one with another sealed door at

its end. Three soldiers occupied the space, one of them lying in the corner with his guts torn apart.

One of them attempted to tend to his wounds, but he seemed more perplexed by the lack of blood than

anything.

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